Poem -
DRIPPING INTO THE VOID
see how it cradles in my palms
this stranger
another portrait
I pull away from the seams
falling cryptic dreams
scatter in maiden flight
so many silent pieces
inside I need no eyes to talk
no flame to feel
peeled fruit
discarded flesh
piled in vision
orchestra of clattering pink bone
your sounds display no care
Pure, free, light,
pass between the still frozen places
a kiss sealed in beating breast
and escape
Placed under the ancient mapped palms
modeled but removed
Depth so much infinity
Questions dissolve reality
now I view
the portrait
on Horizons sharp precise edge
featureless as defense
the void beneath my palms
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I was trying to fall into myself beyond my hands beyond my flesh and bone-but the more I keep looking the deeper and deeper it goes
until I have to pull myself back through all those sold and solid barricades
or be lost forever-
I really appreciate you reading and comments
I realize my stuff is not liked by lots of folks
perhaps im too deep-but I write with my soul-
and it releases
thanx xxxxx
I read your words as well love them
but im very shy xxx
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